Q Strange - Emcee Assault
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verse 1]assaulting emcee's with my lyrical artilleryyou sicken me the epitome of lyrical wizardryability for spitten' these rhymes without no sympathyverbally assaulting emcee's they should imprison megiven me, electrocution cookin' me like ?quickasee?the should call you emcee social studies cuz you historymystery why punk ass kids wanna mess wit meinfecting me with deafening music it is upsetting me(i got) punch lines like people at the prom waitin' for juiceyou got whack rhymes use the mic cord as a noosei'm sorta confused, cuz i thought i saw on the newsthat there's an epidemic spreading and they caught it from youit's whack rapper disease and it affects punk emceesyou beating me is like black folks on ski'syou'll never see it kid, not even in your dreamsi need skills like carson daily needs screamin' teens[chorus: repeat 2x]step up if you wanna get hurtcomin' wit the grime and the grit and the dirtstep up if you wanna get hurtemcee assault[verse 2]i talk trash so cats wanna battle me nowwell ain't cute no more, just like little bow wowa fowl mouth, assaulting emcee's stompin'em outtalkin' more garbage than oscar the grouchi'm knockin'em out, like fish you be floppin' aroundparamedics are jetting you to the hospital nowchoppin'em down, like a lumberjack wit an axall that's left is puddles of blood with kangols and backpackswhipen'em out, like some boogies on a snot ragthugs be boys, nerd emcee's and even art fagsnot sad, i'm happy like gilmorei'm ill raw, funky, fresh, deaf and still morei'm real poor, only chips i'm stackin' is my pringlespunch bachelors so i can say i have hit singlesi mix-mingle, try to lead fellow musiciansbut i'm driven by the competition then i start to dissin'i'm trippin', like jack trippa i'm surrounded by broadsyou think you get raw? (come and knock on my door)i'm not on a tour, if you wanna see me performya gotta come to my crib sit wit my kid on the floor[chorus][verse 3]i'm dirty like an aids infested hypodermic needlegritty like the sand in |
the speedo of a fag gweedogrimy like a slimy reptiley creatureeven if i lost my speech, i would still beat'chastumbling, and mumbling make ya words clearerya strugglin' worse than big pun's pallbearersmy rhymes are more grimy than ya grandma's assin the heat for three weeks without havin' a bathand havin' attacks, of uncontrollable gaswit a mess in her depends and grandpas nut blaststep to me, i got them rhymes straight out the gutterit's embaracin' like goin' to the mall wit cha motherand ya handicapped father and ya retarded brothawhy bother battlin' me go find anotharhymes to steal tagged on the wall of a men's room stallyou a victim of emcee assault![chorus] |
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